Chapter 7: Terror on a Rainy Night

On January 28, 2013, 38 days after the outbreak of the virus, the earth finally ushered in the first rain after the end of the world, a terrifying rain...... "Da ......" raindrops hit the windows hard, making a dull hitting sound. The sound of thunder, the sound of raindrops, and the roar of zombies in the streets were mixed together. It was as if hell had descended on the earth, bringing a poignant feeling to the night.

"What a damn night, damn rain!" Zhou Yulong, who was standing on the balcony, cursed in a low voice. I don't know if the thunder stimulated the zombie's only remaining hearing, and tonight's zombies became extremely irritable. Zombies everywhere begin to wander aimlessly, searching for surviving humans. It seemed that the loud roar of thunder had turned into the murmur of a living person in their ears. Make them more bloodthirsty and thirsty! Hordes of zombies started to stop everything they were doing with the saboteurs, and they screamed, the saboteurs, and they marched...... "Fucking bad luck this time, what a thunderstorm, and it doesn't stop!" Zhou Yulong looked at the electric light that flashed in the sky from time to time, nervously observing everything around him.

As far as he now knows, zombies determine the direction of food based on their sense of smell and hearing, and after the loss of touch and sight, the two remaining instincts of zombies have been exerted superbly. The slightest sound and the slightest smell of blood can attract a large number of zombies to gather, not to mention the loud thunder tonight. It is estimated that this sound has mobilized all the zombies, but the majestic rain can cover all the smells, so in the perception of zombies, it is estimated that there is food everywhere, but they can't catch it or touch it. This feeling made the zombies even more angry and crazy, and they began to destroy everything they could. The problem is, that's what the survivors fear...... Purposeless destruction can often be struck right.

"Ahh A terrible scream came from an old wooden house not far from Zhou Yulong's house, and it was estimated that the survivors hiding inside had been caught. Listening to the voice, he was a very young man. It's a pity, it's quite safe to hide quietly in that kind of place, even if zombies pass by, as long as the door is locked and doesn't make a sound, there shouldn't be any danger. But tonight, it seems that because of the stimulation of the thunderstorm, several zombies frantically pounded the wooden door that was not strong, and after a while, they smashed the door and rushed in, scrambling to enjoy the meal.

The screams came and went as fast as they came, and the boy was silent all of a sudden. It is estimated that it is not that there are no bones left, even if you become a member of the zombie army. Zhou Yulong looked at all this very depressedly, and he had the urge to roar. Because he was scared, scared that he would be the next victim. Everything was safe, so why this damn rain and the damn thunder.

Suddenly, he heard a dull thud, and his pupils shrank! Look downstairs, damn it! The last thing he wanted to happen happened. Seven or eight zombies were gathering downstairs, banging on the door of his house, although the gate was made of steel and relatively strong, but it was estimated that it would not last long under the constant impact of the zombies. No way! He couldn't let the last of his held positions be invaded by zombies, and once the zombies rushed in, he would have no way to retreat.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yulong hurriedly picked up a homemade short spear and a small iron stool used as a shield and rushed down to the first floor. But he still underestimated the madness of the zombies, one by one the zombies slammed into the door with all their might, and refused to stop even hitting their heads and bleeding, and even one of them broke their heads, fell crookedly to the side, and no longer moved. The other zombies filled its place and continued to bang on the door, and when Zhou Yulong rushed to the first floor, the door had already begun to deform a little...... "Grass, this is the end!" Zhou Yulong stood at the top of the stairs and watched the door twist and fall, and groaned in pain. At this time, four or five zombies had already rushed in, as if they had smelled the human smell on Zhou Yulong's body, and began to pounce on him hungrily.

At this time, Zhou Yulong was no longer the rookie who had just faced the zombies. Although he knew that his current situation was critical, he calmed down. I ran a few steps upstairs to the inside of the staircase. The staircase is very narrow, in order to maximize the effective indoor living area of the house, Zhou Yulong's parents built the staircase very narrow, one meter wide, and can only accommodate one or two people to pass sideways at a time, of course, at this time, only one or two zombies can be passed. So no matter how many zombies there are, there are only two at most he needs to face, and it is estimated that his parents could not have imagined that a small design at the beginning saved their son's life. Zhou Yulong stood at the top of the stairs, his left hand used the iron stool as a shield to resist the two zombies in front, his right hand held the sharp short spear, feeling the cold touch brought by the iron short spear, and slammed it like the heads of the two zombies in front of him. "Poof!" Two sounds like sharp blades piercing through the defeated leather came, and there were two more transparent round holes on the heads of the first two zombies, and at this time, the blue liquid was also secreted, and it wrapped around Zhou Yulong's arm along the short spear, and then dipped in. A cold chill from his hand went straight into his brain, making him feel refreshed, as long as he had the cool air brought by these blue liquids, he believed that he could stay here for a long time!

Subsequently, more and more zombies walked into the house that originally belonged to Zhou Yulong, stepped on the stairs, and rushed towards him as if in line. Zhou Yulong didn't need to do anything else at this time, he just insisted on blocking the zombies with an iron stool, then aimed at their heads, killed them one by one, and then seized the energy from them to enrich himself. He didn't know how long he was going to kill, and he didn't know how long he could hold out, and he only had one word in his head now: "Kill!" ”。

The sky gradually brightened, and the rain gradually stopped, but Zhou Yulong's killing continued. He seemed to be like a robot, repeating the mechanical movements of pushing the stool, swinging the spear, and retracting the spear. He didn't know how many zombies he had killed, he only knew that the long staircase was already covered with zombie corpses, and there were already zombies climbing the corpses and starting to attack from it. He had no choice but to take two steps back and continue to kill repeatedly. After a long time, he was surprised to find that the entire staircase was already full of zombie corpses, and looking out through the gap, countless black pressed human heads shook his eyes. With so many zombies, it was impossible for him to kill them all. The night's struggle had left his muscles sore and his limbs weak. He is hungry and tired now, and it stands to reason that he should have no strength a long time ago, but it is only the belief in survival that supports him and allows him to persevere. Now that the staircase is blocked by zombie corpses, he can take a breath, a great sense of exhaustion is pouring towards him like a mountain, the soreness of his muscles is constantly hitting his nerves like waves, and the thunderous sound in his stomach is telling him that he has not eaten a drop of water for ** hours. Pain! Tired! Hungry! Now that's all he feels. But he knew that now was not the time to rest, and the countless zombies outside the door would soon rush down this corpse wall, and it would be impossible for him to hold on anymore when he was exhausted. So he hurriedly ran upstairs, and now the only way to survive is to rush to the fourth floor, and quickly interrupt the stairs from the fourth floor to the fifth floor when the zombies are still crowded and rushing upstairs, so that they have no way to come up, only in this way can he be safe for the time being, as for how to go down in the future, only by surviving can there be a future, isn't it? Just as he rushed to the fifth floor to get the big hammer from the tool room, there was a muffled sound downstairs, and it was estimated that the zombies had knocked down the corpse wall and began to climb upstairs. Time was very tight, Zhou Yulong hurriedly walked to the intersection of the stairs from the fourth floor to the fifth floor, picked up the hammer, and smashed it down.

The staircase is made of reinforced cement molding, with these steel bars mixed in the middle. It is very durable and durable, and it is a very good and safe choice to use at home. But at this time, Zhou Yulong couldn't wait for this staircase to become a tofu scum project, because even under his huge force, he swung his hammer and smashed it on the stairs, which could only make the stairs lose a small opening, and the sound from downstairs was getting closer and closer, and it was estimated that the zombies had climbed over the first floor to the second floor. Zhou Yulong knows very well that now is the fight for time, if he smashes the stairs first and clears a gap to escape from Ascension, otherwise he will be drowned in the sea of corpses if he fails to clear the gap when the zombies climb up. Listening to the roar that was getting closer and closer, Zhou Yulong gritted his teeth and smashed it desperately. At this time, he couldn't care about anything, and even the tiger's mouth cracked open because of the force of the shock, and a trace of blood flowed out of it, which didn't make him swing the hammer a little slower. The zombies downstairs seemed to smell the blood flowing from his hands, and became more crazy, roaring louder, and climbing faster.

Finally, the stairs were smashed out of a crack, but the roar of the zombies was also close to his ears, Zhou Yulong looked up, and couldn't help but be startled, it turned out that the few zombies who took the lead had climbed to the stairs on the fourth floor and began to pounce on Zhou Yulong. Zhou Yulong didn't have the time or energy to change the short spear to kill the zombies at this time, he struggled to raise the hammer and smashed it towards the top of the zombie's head. With a pop, the zombies who pounced were smashed into their chests with their heads and necks, and then fell backwards, crushing the zombies behind them. Zhou Yulong took advantage of this buffer time, and hammered the stairs a few more times, the crack in the stairs was even bigger, but it could still make the zombies pounce, at least the meter-long stairs behind it would also be completely destroyed, so that the zombies could not pass. But at this time, the few zombies that had just fallen began to climb up again, and from the stairs, the zombies behind them also crawled over, and the black pressure was overwhelming, and it was impossible to count how many were crawling up below. He could only grit his teeth and continue to swing the hammer, and the zombies were close enough to smash the zombies together. He didn't care if it was a zombie or a staircase in front of him. The beads of sweat were already clouding his eyes, and he was swinging his hammer more and more slowly, and his lips were slowly losing their blood. He shook his body a little, "Can't you?" He smiled self-deprecatingly, looking at the zombies that pounced one after another, he knew that his physical strength had been exhausted, and the gap had not been fully opened, he no longer expected himself to live, and now he was almost out of strength to turn around and escape. Looking at the zombies that were almost about to pounce in front of him, he suddenly smiled, "I want to eat grandpa and me, see which of you has this tooth, grass, come on!" With the last of his strength, he lifted the hammer and let it fall freely towards the head of the zombie in front of him. The zombie's rotten and fragile head shattered, and his brains pounced on him, and at this moment, a trace of blue liquid also soaked into his body again.

Zhou Yulong already lost hope in this liquid, and after killing for ** hours a night, he killed at least hundreds of zombies, and each zombie contributed a trace of blue liquid to him, but after killing a few, these blue liquids didn't seem to be of much use to him, at most he felt a cool air lingering in his brain. Every time he kills a zombie, the cool aura only increases by a little, as if he is already immune to this mysterious liquid, and there is no other use. But when he used the last of his strength to kill the zombie, he felt "boom!" in his head. There was a loud bang, as if the blue liquid had been obtained for the first time, and there was an indescribable pain. And the limbs seemed to regain their strength with this sharp pain. He gritted his teeth, his head hurt more and more, he felt his strength growing, and suddenly, the muscles of his right hand slowly expanded, as if there was a stream of air flowing in it, very uncoordinated. It's like a man with a well-proportioned body of 1.8 meters suddenly matched with the arms of a terminator! As his muscles expanded, Zhou Yulong felt that he had a strength that needed to be vented urgently, he waved the hammer in his hand, and used all his strength to dance forward, "Bang! With a loud bang, the dust was filled, and he felt all his strength leave him, and he gradually fell backwards, and when he closed his eyes, he vaguely saw several zombies in front of him that had turned into meat sauce and more than two meters of stairs that had been knocked into pieces...... Then, darkness reigned......